Friday, June 18, 2004
Map-it
This makes me smile: The DC Metro Blogmap.
In fact, I'm chuckling so hard, I have tears in my eyes.
In a good way.
Because, you know what? We *really* love our Metro.
And I'm not being facetious.
In fact, I'm chuckling so hard, I have tears in my eyes.
In a good way.
Because, you know what? We *really* love our Metro.
And I'm not being facetious.
OK.
Google-ing for "spiderman pop tarts voice codes" brought someone to |now candy|.
What the hell is spiderman pop tarts voice codes?
What the hell is spiderman pop tarts voice codes?
A Clone Would be Nice, Reason #627: I could see all the stages simultaniously.
Wow.
I'm going to have to start a training program in preparation for August twelfth and thirteenth.
Morrissey, Sonic Youth, PJ Harvey, Modest Mouse, Le Tigre, The Flaming Lips, Basement Jaxx, Wilco, Micheal Franti & Spearhead, The Fire Theft- all in less than 48 hours.
And *more* at -->
.:LOLLAPALOOZA:.
<-- Non-stop audio euphoria.
This lineup is so good it is soon to be illegal.
Literally, my heart races thinking about it.
Everyone: Go forth and buy tickets. Surrender to the awesome power of really effing good music. Say it with me: LOLLA-THERE-REALLY-IS-A-GOD-PALOOZA.
Or, if you'd rather: LOLLA-HOLY-FUCKING-SHIT-PALOOZA.
I'm going to have to start a training program in preparation for August twelfth and thirteenth.
Morrissey, Sonic Youth, PJ Harvey, Modest Mouse, Le Tigre, The Flaming Lips, Basement Jaxx, Wilco, Micheal Franti & Spearhead, The Fire Theft- all in less than 48 hours.
And *more* at -->
.:LOLLAPALOOZA:.
<-- Non-stop audio euphoria.
This lineup is so good it is soon to be illegal.
Literally, my heart races thinking about it.
Everyone: Go forth and buy tickets. Surrender to the awesome power of really effing good music. Say it with me: LOLLA-THERE-REALLY-IS-A-GOD-PALOOZA.
Or, if you'd rather: LOLLA-HOLY-FUCKING-SHIT-PALOOZA.
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
Hey, How Ya Doin'?
One thing better than going to a show, last minute, that your friends recommend and are also going to, and that there are still tickets available for, is this: seeing the guy from the bike shop (not the weird creepy one) that had the t-shirt on (the "Mendoza Line" t-shirt that you noticed that day you were at the bike shop) from the band you are seeing there at the show.
The thing that tops that: you both recognizing each other in the crowd as he is making his way through to the other side of the floor, saying "hey" and chitty-chatting about, not only The Mendoza Line, but about the weird creepy guy from the bike shop and the message he left on your answering machine and how, yes, creepy that was.
The thing that tops that: you both recognizing each other in the crowd as he is making his way through to the other side of the floor, saying "hey" and chitty-chatting about, not only The Mendoza Line, but about the weird creepy guy from the bike shop and the message he left on your answering machine and how, yes, creepy that was.
Monday, June 14, 2004
Blonde Soft Shell
For those of you who didn't commit suicide when Modest Mouse signed with Epic, you should go get Good News For People Who Love Bad News.
Also, my hair is soft today. Anyone who has touched my hair in the last week and a half can attest: this is a miracle.
Also, my hair is soft today. Anyone who has touched my hair in the last week and a half can attest: this is a miracle.
"It's Like Being on Vacation"
I have a secret dispassion for air conditioning.
Not really. I just looked up the word in the dictionary, and I am not free from bias on AC.
But my personal boycot of AC in the home is still going strong. Fans are a must, but it's mid-June and still AC free.
It's a little nostalgic. July will be tough. And August.
And having guests over is tough, "Yeah, not only am I punishing myself by not turning the AC on, you unknowingly signed up to be punished too by coming over here. Would you like some water?"
"Would you like some scotch?" seems to work well.
Not really. I just looked up the word in the dictionary, and I am not free from bias on AC.
But my personal boycot of AC in the home is still going strong. Fans are a must, but it's mid-June and still AC free.
It's a little nostalgic. July will be tough. And August.
And having guests over is tough, "Yeah, not only am I punishing myself by not turning the AC on, you unknowingly signed up to be punished too by coming over here. Would you like some water?"
"Would you like some scotch?" seems to work well.
Let Them Eat Chocolate
Today is a good day.
Cadbury Fruit and Nut bars were seventy-nine cents this evening at the Rite Aid.
Cadbury Fruit and Nut bars were seventy-nine cents this evening at the Rite Aid.
Us vs. Them
I wonder if MXC (Most Extreme Elimination Challenge) has pitted secretaries against engineers yet.
I have great respect for our secretary, she does the job of three secretaries. Apparently she does not play well with others and has ran off every secretary who has been hired to help with our section.
However, I just don't understand what the hell she is thinking sometimes.
She hoards pens. She orders almost whatever pens we want, the semi-fancy uniball pens with the smooth ink and fancy colors are not a problem. But instead of putting them in the supply cabinet, she keeps them in a little plastic shoe box sized tub. At her desk. You have to _ask_ her for a fucking pen.
And every time you ask her for a pen, she explains that "I keep them back here because they go so fast. We'd never have so many if I didn't keep them back here."
What the goddamn hell are you fucking talking about?
We are a _government_ organization, we are _supposed_ to have access to pens. AS MANY AS WE NEED/WANT/DESIRE. It's our only perk. Who gives a rat's ass if she has to re-order *pens* every time she orders office supplies. We have twenty people in our section, we don't need a secret emergency stash of twenty fucking boxes of pens. We need secret stashes of food and water for when we get terrorized again, _not_ stashes of red, blue, and black uniball pens.
The worst part is that I've seen this secret stash of pens double in size
since I've been here, roughly twenty-one months. We even have people in our section who don't know about the secret fucking stash of pens. I don't get it.
Why doesn't she hoard the effing little tiny post-it notes we love so much. We seem to run out of those before everyone has the chance to properly stock their stash.
Sad.
Very sad.
I have great respect for our secretary, she does the job of three secretaries. Apparently she does not play well with others and has ran off every secretary who has been hired to help with our section.
However, I just don't understand what the hell she is thinking sometimes.
She hoards pens. She orders almost whatever pens we want, the semi-fancy uniball pens with the smooth ink and fancy colors are not a problem. But instead of putting them in the supply cabinet, she keeps them in a little plastic shoe box sized tub. At her desk. You have to _ask_ her for a fucking pen.
And every time you ask her for a pen, she explains that "I keep them back here because they go so fast. We'd never have so many if I didn't keep them back here."
What the goddamn hell are you fucking talking about?
We are a _government_ organization, we are _supposed_ to have access to pens. AS MANY AS WE NEED/WANT/DESIRE. It's our only perk. Who gives a rat's ass if she has to re-order *pens* every time she orders office supplies. We have twenty people in our section, we don't need a secret emergency stash of twenty fucking boxes of pens. We need secret stashes of food and water for when we get terrorized again, _not_ stashes of red, blue, and black uniball pens.
The worst part is that I've seen this secret stash of pens double in size
since I've been here, roughly twenty-one months. We even have people in our section who don't know about the secret fucking stash of pens. I don't get it.
Why doesn't she hoard the effing little tiny post-it notes we love so much. We seem to run out of those before everyone has the chance to properly stock their stash.
Sad.
Very sad.
Long look.
What do you see.
"Staring" has a negative connotation,
which is not what I mean.
But when you are looking in,
looking at,
unblinking,
what do you see.
I'm drawn in.
Or just hooked.
Looking in at you looking.
My thoughts are a
flip book.
Flipping through a series:
looking in, looking through,
looking back, looking ahead,
looking for the reflector,
repeat. The color of the pages
are the present.
Orange. White.
Silent.
Deadpan.
Warm, tactile, but chilled.
Touching, but what
are you feeling.
I've been in receive mode.
Maybe not. Maybe I am transmitting.
In braille.
There is something
not coming into focus.
Maybe my flip book needs
another page in the series.
I'm calibrating my focal point.
You know yours.
I'm looking for an
unused setting for mine.
Looking, unblinking,
is just something you do.
I know.
"Staring" has a negative connotation,
which is not what I mean.
But when you are looking in,
looking at,
unblinking,
what do you see.
I'm drawn in.
Or just hooked.
Looking in at you looking.
My thoughts are a
flip book.
Flipping through a series:
looking in, looking through,
looking back, looking ahead,
looking for the reflector,
repeat. The color of the pages
are the present.
Orange. White.
Silent.
Deadpan.
Warm, tactile, but chilled.
Touching, but what
are you feeling.
I've been in receive mode.
Maybe not. Maybe I am transmitting.
In braille.
There is something
not coming into focus.
Maybe my flip book needs
another page in the series.
I'm calibrating my focal point.
You know yours.
I'm looking for an
unused setting for mine.
Looking, unblinking,
is just something you do.
I know.
